Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.